AREA RUGS FOR DINING ROOM - FOR DINING ROOM

Area Rugs For Dining Room

The Dining Room is a play by the American playwright A. R. Gurney. It was first produced in New York, New York at the Studio Theatre of Playwrights Horizons, opening January 31, 1981.

A room in a house or hotel in which meals are eaten

dining room: a room used for dining

A dining room is a room for consuming food. In modern times it is usually adjacent to the kitchen for convenience in serving, although in medieval times it was often on an entirely different floor level.

area rugs

(area rug) a rug that only covers part of the floor of a room; a carpet

A rug that covers only a part of a floor in a room

Rugs are also woven or felted from fibers, but are smaller than the room in which they are located, have a finished edge, and usually lie over another finished floor such as wood flooring.

(Area Rug) A rug intended to cover a limited area of a floor. Area rugs come in a variety of different materials, including wool, leather, silk and more.

"It takes us back to primitive times when we worshipped dark gods as well as light gods. And it's a powerful metaphor for the outcast-- and monster in all of us." 200/365

Anne Rice on the vampire as a hero. We had to take Coco's to the vet today because she is so skinny now, & manic, & vomiting a lot. I really hope she's okay. I had my driving lesson in Oswestry, & started trying to regain some confidence. It was fine. I did almost roll back into a bus, but apart from that I think it went okay. There were good points to it. Afterwards I met up with my Mom by the car & she'd just got a call from the man at the vets who'd been an absolute dick, & had told her it wasn't a thyroid problem, maybe it had something to do with Coco's teeth, oh byt her liver was at 800 when it should have been 180, possibly AIDS or leukemia, & then he'd made a lot of jokes. I know a lot of people don't understand how some people relate to their pets, but seriously, that is not a nice way to be told bad news. So my Mom snapped at him & he said he'd have Barbara (the main vet) call back when she was available, so we went to Booka for a drink, & my Mom was close to tears, & I wanted to cry too but I just bit it back & talked inanely about my driving lesson, just to distract her. But I was really upset. Barbara called just as we were about to leave Booka, & she said she'd talk to us back at the vets. So once we got to the vets my Mom talked to her about how the male vet had just delivered the news in a roundabout, insensitive way, without actually telling us what was wrong. Apparently she needs a leukemia and AIDS test, & her temperature is up, & it could be a liver inflammation, which is still quite serious, or a tumor in her liver, which would be too dangerous to operate on. But she told us all the different ways this could be dealt with, & that she'd do the leukemia & AIDS test today, & we'd know by the evening. So we went for lunch at Bangor-on-Dee at a pub called The Royal Oak, and we talked about the script I need to get written soon (working to a deadline is usually a good thing for me) & it was nice to get some structure to that. Afterwards we took photos by the river, & went to look in the church across the road where my Mom once performed with the concert band. Unusually it wasn't locked, & it was very well preserved. One of the windows dated back from the 1500s. I walked round a corner at one point & jumped cos there was a freaking monk sitting there. But it was just one of those display things. So I continued looking around til I heard a clicking thing, & then saw the monk was moving!! There was a rational part of my brain saying that I knew this was one of those automated machines & it must be activated by a movement sensor, but there was another part of me going "OMGG THIS PLACE IS HAUNTED." I called my Mom down & said "It's moving!" & she misheard me & thought I said there was a movie, & when she rounded the corner she jumped too. When we came back to the car, parked just outside the church, my Mom couldn't find her keys. After much palava & going back into the pub to find them, it turned out they were just in her jeans pocket. We went to town & I paid in my first pay check. Woo!! & then we went to the framing shop to pick up the photos for the dining room that my Dad had dropped off on Monday. The man who worked there apparently has an art background & he pointed out the one he liked the most & told me I should take some samples of my work to SPACE, an art exhibition area. So I went there afterwards & showed her some of my work, & she admired the same one he did, & she agreed to take some of my work & put it in her window, & gave me some advice, and recommended I got in touch with Phil Barrett, who was runner-up in the recent BIPP competition. I can't remember which category, but I really liked the photo when I saw it in the paper. So then I came home & looked over my work with my Mom, & then we got a phone call saying Coco hasn't got leukemia or AIDS, but a blood sample has been sent off because her white blood cells are all up. It's reassuring that she hasn't got leukemia or AIDS, but I'd rather she didn't have anything at all, obviously. My brother is on his school expeditions and they're canoeing from Welshpool to Shrewsbury, so he was out & I ate dinner with my Mom & Dad. Then they looked at the new changes in the garden, & then the photos in the dining room (along with 2 portraits of my brother & I that my Dad got for his study) & then my Mom came & helped me with a photo I wanted to take in the garden. I got some good photos, which I plan to edit it later, & some other not so brilliant ones. I was sitting on a picnic rug with my Mom so my clothes didn't get too soaked, & we had candles on the rug around us, & I told her it was a most unorthodox picnic. But very sweet. 201/365